Sick Old Man
by symptoms, the other world, beckons
not ominous? too naive, one reckons
to plan big things
is, bravado's final fling
God gave much, now retire, as days tick-on
An interesting argument, creatively presented in the format of a limerick. Nicely done, and food for thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life on Earth is transitory! We should have a thought that we have to leave this world one day. Each one over sixty is on a bonus. When senility sets in, we have to accept that it is time to retire. Instead if we undertake herculean tasks, we are likely to get disappointed. A sagacious piece of advice. (10)
Welcome back home, Valsa George. Thank you for your comments and appreciation. I will catch up with your poems too!